A peasant girl with a special ability uses herself and two wolves to escape famine!

"Go cook."

Only after the person left could he slowly coax his wife.

Xia Fuxi reached the door and glanced back at them. She saw Jiang Yi squatting down, nervously speaking to Xia Ning. "Cousin, are you happy now? Like me, you've both found good men."

That way, she could feel a little more at ease.

"Honey, I heard Xia Ning is here?" Liu Dazhuang was quite happy. This was the first time they'd had guests since moving in, and it was his wife's family. Although he knew how much his wife had disliked this cousin before. The Xia family had bullied her terribly in the past.

But that's all in the past now. As long as I'm alive, that's good enough. Liu Dazhuang grinned foolishly.

"Yes, she's sitting inside, along with her husband."

Wow, she got married too?

"What kind of person did you find?"

"Better than you."

Liu Dazhuang: ...

Damn it, does this woman even know how to talk?

"Let me go in and see what makes it better than mine."

Liu Dazhuang's competitive spirit kicked in. This woman just needed a good beating; if he didn't teach her a lesson soon, she'd lose all sense of direction. Looking at her swollen belly, Liu Dazhuang fell silent. He'd teach her a good lesson after her postpartum period, and she'd be a docile lamb again, completely obedient.

Upon entering and seeing Jiang Yi, Liu Dazhuang deflated, his pride severely wounded. Damn it, where did Xia Ning find him? How lucky is she? She's taller, more handsome, and better dressed than him; compared to her, he's just a loser.

No wonder his wife treats him so badly. Fuxi is such a proud person. The man she found is inferior to her cousin's man in every way. It would be a miracle if she was happy about that.

No, are men blind? Are they crazy to fall for Xia Ning, this little bean sprout?

When he glanced at the little bean sprout again, his pupils dilated infinitely. Was this the same poor little sprout from before? How come it's so beautiful? No, shouldn't it have been even more unrecognizable after the natural disaster? How come these two look so healthy? And dressed so well?

Has Xia Ning hooked up with a sugar daddy?

A wealthy patron even more powerful than him?

Liu Dazhuang felt a pang of sadness; most of his former arrogance had vanished. "Xiao Ning's here?"

Xia Ning also looked Liu Dazhuang up and down, and he seemed more serious and more like a person than before.

Jiang Yi was also sizing up Liu Dazhuang, Xiao Ning's cousin. "She really has terrible taste. What kind of man did she choose? He's short, ugly, and has a face full of wrinkles. He's so old and he still marries a young girl. It's like an old cow eating young grass. He's shameless."

His daughter, Xiao Ning, has good taste.

Involuntarily, I straightened my back a little more.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

Putting aside past grievances, objectively speaking, these two people have changed a lot.

Xia Fuxi prepared dinner. She didn't know their appetites, but her own husband had a huge appetite, so she figured Jiang Yi, being a big guy, would eat a lot too, and she made sure the portions were generous. The two of them clearly had never gone hungry; they certainly wouldn't be like her father and grandmother, stuffing themselves to death.

"Xiao Ning, brother-in-law, come and eat. I don't know if it will suit your taste. This is all we have at home, so please make do with what we have."

Xia Ning looked at her in surprise. "Brother-in-law, wow, you're quite the social butterfly."

Jiang Yi was clearly pleased.

"I'm not picky about food."

Liu Dazhuang snorted coldly, "These days, if you want to choose, do you even have a choice?"

He felt he had lost in the contest between men, he couldn't save face, and he was extremely upset.

Dinner consisted of steamed dried fish, stir-fried dried fish, and wild vegetable soup—a huge pot of soup with not a speck of oil in it.

It's very simple. At this moment, having some meat is already quite good.

Jiang Yi took a bite, his face fell; it was terribly awful. His cousin Xiao Ning's cooking was even worse than his. Looking at his daughter-in-law, who was eating so calmly, he felt sorry for her.

My wife was raised on pig feed!

It was indeed unpalatable. Having gotten used to fine chaff, this bran was really hard to swallow. How could Xia Fuxi make wild vegetables so bitter? The dried salted fish was alright; she managed to eat a few pieces.

Looking at Xia Fuxi and Liu Dazhuang, who were enjoying their meal, both of them began to question their existence.

Is there something wrong with their sense of taste? Or is there something wrong with them?

The two of them finished what was in their bowls and didn't ask for more. Liu Dazhuang, however, huffed and puffed as he finished off everything left in the pot. Wasting food was shameful, and he couldn't afford to waste even a single grain.

Xia Fuxi could tell from their expressions that they didn't like it. But there was nothing she could do; she had done her best.